Thursday, October 30, 2008

A quicky

Some bosc pears I did this afternoon, for fun. I had not done any still-life for a long time. Man, it felt good. Then I made baked pears for dessert tonight. Not these ones though. I didn't want to disturb the placing of the fruit; not until I finish.

Bosc pears are one of my favourite fruits, next to kiwi and pomegranate. I have a fascination for fruits like the bosc whose colour is none too flashy. Like the medlar, which I have not tasted yet.

2 comments:

as a grateful recipient of those baked pears, I encourage all to try them. Who would know that the traditional topping for baked fruit - brown sugar, butter & cinnamon could get to such a flavour height with the addition of some graham cracker crumbs. Heavenly!

O Mary conceived without sin,

Saint Charbel

Saint Therese of Lisieux

Saint Mutien-Marie Wiaux

Pope Saint John Paul the Great

Saint Josemaria Escriva

Blessed Oscar Romero

Max Beckmann

Beckmann's Self-Portrait with Horn

Andrei Tarkovsky

Stalker

And they said to the mountains and to the rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the presence of Him Who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb; for the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to stand?

Stalker

While they were talking and discussing together, Jesus Himself drew near and went with them. But their eyes were kept from recognizing Him. And He said to them, "What is this conversation which you are holding with each other as you walk?"

About Me

"Now that everyone who yearned to wear long pants/
has essentially achieved them,/
long pants, which have themselves been underwear/
repeatedly, and underground more than once,/
it is time perhaps to cherish the culture of shorts,/
to moderate grim vigour/
with the knobble of bare knees,/
to cool bareknuckle feet in inland water,/
slapping flies with a book on solar wind/
or a patient bare hand, beneath the cadjiput trees,/
to be walking meditatively/
among green timber, through the grassy forest/
towards a calm sea/
and looking across to more of that great island/
and the further tropics."
--From "The Dream of Wearing Shorts Forever", by Les Murray